dragged him back over to Tracy and Violet. âYou ladies want another drink?â
âHell, yeah,â Tracy said.
âShe means thank you,â Violet said.
âNo problem. Weâll be right back.â Dean put his arm around Bestâs shoulders and used his thumb and forefinger to put the right amount of pressure on his clavicle, too subtle for anyone to notice. Best, to his credit, didnât flinch or put up a fight but walked along with Dean until they reached the corn dog vendor.
Shrugging him off, Best rubbed where Dean had hurt him. âI am trying to decide whether or not to kick your ass right now. Do you know how long itâs been since I got laid?â
âLast weekend? Besides, what were you going to do, screw her on the grass? Thatâs how you end up on YouTube, my friend.â
âNo, but we were headed for an early exit.â
âI thought you wanted to see Jimmy Eat World?â Dean asked.
âLetâs see . . . Have sex or watch a band?â Best actually held his hands up, pretending to weigh his options. âYeah, Iâve got their album, Iâm good.â
Dean shook his head with a chuckle. âYou are a sick, sick man.â
They entered the beer garden and got in line. When the bartender waved them up, Dean said, âIâll take a glass of whatever wine you have.â
âRed or white?â
Dean stared blankly. Now he looked like a damn idiot, but he had no idea; he hadnât really been focused on Violetâs drink.
Her mouth, now that was another thing entirely.
âWhich one tastes better?â he asked.
The bartender released a sigh louder than the crowd around him, and Dean bristled. âAre you seriously giving me attitude because I asked a question?â
âWhoa, easy buddy, I got this.â Best stepped in, shooting the bartender his trademark easy smile. âHeâll have Merlot, if you got it.â
Dean wasnât sure what Merlot was, but as long as Violet liked it . . .
Best was right; since when did he care what Violet wanted? He had been convinced that being within ten feet of Violet would be an extremely bad call not one hour ago, and yet, here he was fetching drinks. And all because one amazingly hot kiss had changed his perspective?
Fine, it wasnât just the kiss. It was her and the way she affected him. It was her witty banter and her snarky attitude. It was the fact that she didnât know anything about him and wasnât afraid to put him in his place.
His attraction alone should have been a red flag, but she had said it herself; she didnât want anything more than a momentary distraction. No complications.
Exactly what heâd been looking for. She wanted him. Even if she hadnât said as much, her kiss had made that pretty plain. So, why not go for it? It was better than going home alone.
Best got Tracy a cup of wine and a beer for himself. Once they paid, they grabbed their drinks and headed for the exit, but the short, rotund security guy stopped Best.
âSorry, but if youâre buying one of those for someone, we have to check ID.â
âYou want to follow us back to where they are?â Best asked.
âOr they have to come here to collect their drinks.â
Irritated, Best chugged his beer. When it was empty, he tossed the cup into the nearest trash and faced the guard once more.
âThese are both for me.â
âI see.â The guard seemed amused. âEnjoy the concert, guys.â
Dean exited first, while Best grumbled behind him about nosy assholes.
âHe was just doing his job, man. Let it go,â Dean said.
âWell, his job blows. And this coming from the guy who almost took off the bitchy bartenderâs head?â
âHe was being a prick.â
âHow come you didnât get another one?â Best asked.
âJust not feeling it.â Plus, Dean hoped heâd be driving Violet home later if his